I lost my father in 1998. It doesn't seem like it's been nearly 12 years. Maybe it's because I remind myself of what his voice still sounded like, his towering 6'2" frame. My father didn't die in an accident. He didn't succumb to a fatal disease or even a stroke. He died at the incompetent hands of his physician. A simple medication problem that the doctor had been made aware of many times but dismissed it as 'normal' side effects of Prazosin. It was a meaningless death that robbed his grand-daughters of his loving smile and presence. He would have so loved to see the grand-daughter we bore that came 7 years too late for him to see. I harbor a lot of anger, still, but I channel it through other ways, especially by helping others, if I can.

You, too, can grow from his death. It isn't easy, I know. I felt like the breath had been knocked out of me and it took me months to regain my bearings. It will have a similar effect on you, since you were very close to him.

When writing his eulogy, remember all of the great times and build on those. Try to think of funny stories to tell. A funeral is not only saying good bye but it is a time to celebrate his life and what he did for you and the family.

Take care and God Bless!